"Sonny Quinn." Lisa calls as she opens the front door to his house.
"Yes." He calls from the kitchen.
She walks into the kitchen to find the table decorated with Cino De Mayo decorations. "I thought we had planned on going out somewhere tonight?"
"We had." Sonny steps closer to her. "But ya know all of the Mexican restaurants are gonna be packed tonight."
"Mmhm." Lisa nods, resting her hands on his hips.
"After gatherin all the information I made a calculated decision to make us dinner instead." Sonny smiles. "And plenty of margaritas."
"How can a girl saw no to a home cooked mean and plenty of margs." Lisa giggles.
"Now see, that's what I was thinkin." Sonny chuckles.
"These better be some good tacos and margaritas." Lisa smiles.
"They will be." Sonny's hands find the zipper on her uniform blouse. "To the more pressing matter, gettin ya out of that uniform."
"How about you pour me a margarita and finish dinner and I'll go change." Lisa says before kissing him.
"I'm gonna make one correction to that plan, the meat needs bout another hour." Sonny trails his hands down her sides.
"And how are you proposing we kill that time?" Lisa smirks.
"Ya and me in the bedroom. We can even bring the tequila, if ya want." Sonny informs her.
"I think I'll pass on the body shots, but I will take you up on the first part of that offer." Lisa hooks her pointer finger into the waist band of Sonny's jeans and starts walking backwards.
"I'm bout to have a real good time, ain't I?" Sonny asks.
"Yes, you are." Lisa tells him. "You're making me, what I can only assume is going to be a delicious dinner and I should be off for the next two days. If that's not a reason to celebrate, then what is?"
"I like this mind set." Sonny chuckles. "Ya sure bout no body shots?"
Lisa sits on the bed and takes off her boots. "I'm sure, we aren't twenty-two years old anymore."
"One could argue we fuck like we are." Sonny laughs.
"I would hazard a guess that we are much better at it now than we were in our early twenties." Lisa stands. "Now." She reaches for Sonny's belt buckle.
"Yes, we should proceed with your celebratory plan." Sonny pulls his t-shirt over his head. "I ain't gonna like to ya, I would enjoy this way more if ya didn't have a shirt on."
"Then take it off Quinn."
"Gladly." Sonny rips her undershirt off and throws it across the room. "While I'm at it." He makes fast work of her pants. "Damn, here I was thinkin this was my plan and here ya are in some lacy ass little underwear."
"You're welcome." Lisa giggles before kissing him.
Lisa pulls back from him. "You're already so hard." Her had glides down his torso, gripping his member.
"Have ya looked in a mirror lately?" Sonny responds.
"You're welcome." Lisa mumbles against his neck before she continues kissing and nibbling down his torso. She lowers herself to her knees in front of him before taking him into her mouth.
"Damn Davis." Sonny groans at the feeling and site of her mouth wrapped around him. As Lisa continues with the rhythm between her mouth and hands, Sonny thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Fuck baby, you're so damn good at this." He runs his fingers through her hair. "Shit." Sonny grunts as his body contracts. Sonny flops back on the bed. "I'll tell ya what Davis." He chuckles.
"You're welcome." Lisa says as she straddles him.
"So damn full of yourself." Sonny digs his fingers into her hips.
Lisa rolls her hips against him. "I'd rather be full of you."
"Is that so?" Sonny asking reaching between them to play with her.
"Mmhmm." Lisa slowly nods and grinds against his touch. "I have been thinking about riding you all day."
"Then we should make that dream a reality." Sonny shifts and pushes inside her.
"Holy shit Sonny." Lisa moans as she sits a pace, with Sonny matching every move.
"Fuck." Sonny groans as she reaches for her bouncing breasts. "So damn hot."
"Mm shit." Lisa groans. "This is better than I imagined." As they continue to move together Lisa fees her lower abdomen starting to tighten until her moans became louder and louder.
"Shit Lisa." Sonny grunts feeling her internal muscles contract, pushing him into his second climax. Lisa collapses onto his chest as they recover. "I'm gonna go put the finishing touches on dinner."
"Oh yes, time to feed me." Lisa mumbles.
Lisa walks back into the kitchen to find Sonny putting the finishing touches on their festive feast. "It smells amazing in here." She wraps her arms around him from behind.
"It tastes amazin too." Sonny tells her.
"Mmh. I can't wait." She lets go of him and takes the plate he had picked up. "Oh, you weren't lying to me." Lisa smiles after taking the first bite of her taco.
"Good." Sonny chuckles. "But let's be real here, ain't nobody ever complained about my meat."
"You're stupid." Lisa shakes her head.
"But in a very loveable way." Sonny retorts.
"Oh, is that it?" Lisa laughs.
"Yes ma'am." Sonny nods. "That is right."
"Thank you for making this." Lisa tells him. "I'm definitely enjoying sitting here in sweats instead of jeans."
"And the fact that we only gotta walk a few feet to cuddle up on and sofa." Sonny tells her.
"And pick up where we left off." Lisa adds.
"Oh, it's gonna be that kinda night, ain't it?" Sonny chuckles.
"Yes." Lisa nods. "I haven't gotten nearly enough of you yet."
Sonny takes a sip of his beer. "All those years I thought I would never find a woman that can keep up with me, and there ya were, standin by my side the entire time."
"Surprise." Lisa laughs and takes a drink of her margarita.